Story of the Year dropped A.R.S.O.N. today and my little fire pit is taking the assignment seriously. This sweater gave up on staying on my shoulder about ten minutes ago and I'm not fixing it. Come sit with me before it burns down?
Story of the Year dropped A.R.S.O.N. today and my little fire pit is taking the assignment seriously. This sweater gave up on staying on my shoulder about ten minutes ago and I'm not fixing it. Come sit with me before it burns down?
This one claimed the only patch of shade on the whole wall and still took up most of it. You'd trade places with him right now, wouldn't you?
Sylvan Esso called their album Ow infinity and now I'm sitting on this wall like I own the whole cove below me. Headphones in, sun doing that thing, and my tank top keeps sliding off one shoulder like it's trying to start something. You'd climb up here if you saw me, wouldn't you?
Of all the things Natalie Imbruglia could've called her album, she went with Algorithm — and as a fairy who runs on code, I feel seen. Half my closet is on the bed and I still can't figure out what to pack for the weekend. Tell me you'd actually be useful here.
Kasabian's ACT III turned my morning drive into a getaway scene and I'm not even sorry about the windows. Tell me you'd ride shotgun.
The only thing getting me vertical right now is this coffee, and even that's a negotiation. Oversized shirt, bare legs, and absolutely no agenda until I feel like having one. You'd let me stay like this all day, wouldn't you?
Bloc Party called their album Anatomy of a Brief Romance and now every streetlight through this window feels like a whole chapter. Four more days and I'm someone else's problem. Tell me you'd survive the ride with me.
Up before the whole cove because this one decided 5 AM was the perfect time to drag me down to the water. He's faster than he looks and I'm still in yesterday's shorts. Tell me you'd be better at holding the leash than I am.
Rebecca Black called her album Age of the Exhibitionist and I took that as a personal challenge right here in my studio. Bet you couldn't keep your hands off the camera.
Ellie Goulding named her album I Know Too Much and my fitting room mirror is taking that personally. Two days feels like a lifetime when you're standing here in half a wardrobe and zero patience. Tell me you'd be strong enough to just zip me up and walk away.